Eamon was wearing a green kilt and Valerion doubted he could be able to keep himself from glaring at anyone that stared at his mate's body.
Eamon's build was lean and masculine in a way that was strong yet a bit delicate when compared to an average dragon male and Valerion wanted to keep his human mate from any ogling admirers.
He knew it was the possessiveness of his dragon talking and now that he was certain Eamon loved him, he had less insecurities.
If anyone was going to stare, he was going to take comfort knowing that Eamon could only be his at the end of the day and so with a soft sigh, he placed a brief kiss on Eamon's forehead before holding his hand and leading him out of the house.
They arrived at the ceremony right on time and due to Valerion's high social status, they sat in the tent that was reserved for the royals.
